Date: Wed, 26 May 2004 07:45:28 +1000
From: iarwain7
Subject: Take The Track. Part 1.
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Take The Track.
Yes! That's everything! Thought Joel as he finished checking his maps.
He put them in their plastic envelope and stored them in the top of his
pack. He looked around for a suitable place to hide his keys, decided on
the base of a small tree and buried them wrapped in a plastic bag. No one
would find them and he figured they'd be safer than if he carried them
anyhow. As he shouldered his pack he had another look at the other car
parked nearby. He'd already walked around, peeking in the windows for
clues about who it might be, because it had been quite a surprise to find
it at the end of this rough track. It looked like someone about his own
age, because there were probationary licence plates. There were some
surfing stickers on the back window and another sticker that looked like
the foot of some animal. Oh well! Maybe he'd see them! They couldn't
have left too long ago, because Joel had heard the ticking noise of the
motor cooling down. Joel climbed the locked gate and headed off along the
forestry track that was the only access to this section of the coastline.
For a while he was conscious of his pack and how heavy it was, and kept
making small adjustments of various straps to get it seated in the most
comfortable position on his back, but gradually his awareness spread to the
track and the bush around him. Tall eucalypts towered above, keeping the
track in shade and making walking pleasant. With fourteen kilometres to
cover before he reached the ocean the shade was very welcome, as the
weather forecast said today was going to be hot. Joel's muscles settled
into an easy, relaxed style of walking and for two hours he kept going
steadily, only stopping once, where the track wound down into a gully, to
take his camera out for a set of shots of some tree ferns clustered there.
The map showed a small river about half way to the beach and Joel was
looking forward to stopping there to cook some lunch and make a billy of
tea. When the track headed down steeply he knew it was close and started
thinking about what he'd eat. Hmm! Some three minutes noodles would be a
good idea! They had lots of water and would be good for an energy boost.
The vegetation changed to a slightly darker green and when Joel rounded the
corner he suddenly realised that he was being watched. He'd been looking
for signs of who might be ahead of him but the ground was too hard and he'd
seen nothing all the way. He'd been half annoyed that there was anyone at
all, because after all this was a real wilderness, and half curious about
who else would be interested enough to come to this area. As he approached
he saw a dark featured guy looking at him with a friendly smile.
"Hi! It's a bit of a surprise to see anyone else out here!"
Joel smiled back.
"Hi! That's for sure! Except I knew there was someone because of the
car!"
As Joel took his pack off his eyes took in the surfboard propped against a
tree. He'd carried that? Joel was impressed. As Joel started getting his
food out the other guy watched.
"You're cooking noodles? That's a great idea! I haven't seen anyone doing
that on hikes before! The water in the creek is beautiful!"
While Joel collected the water they chatted a bit and then the other guy
started to fiddle with his shoelace.
"Stupid thing! It's falling to pieces! I hope it lasts!"
He flashed a big grin at Joel.
"It's me who's stupid really! I didn't replace it after the last hike!"
Joel could see that the lace was almost useless and remembered a piece of
strong climber's cord that he'd put in one of the side pockets of his pack.
He searched it out and handed it over.
"Here! Use this! It'll never wear out and I don't need it!"
"Hey thanks! Are you sure? You're a real lifesaver!"
The guy measured it out and used a red Swiss Army pocket-knife to cut about
half of it off. Joel started a little fire and set his billy boiling while
the guy threaded his bush running shoes.
"Are you stopping here for long?"
"It's time I had a break so probably about half an hour!"
"Right! Well I'll keep going because I want to get to do some surfing
today, but I might see you later on! I'm Jarrad by the way!"
"I'm Joel!"
They shook hands and Joel felt a rush of energy at the warm strong grip.
He watched quietly as Jarrad shouldered his pack, picked up his surfboard
and set off with a smile and a cheery, "See you!"
As soon as Jarrad left a hundred questions went through Joel's mind. Why
hadn't he talked more? Well if they met again he decided he would make
sure of that. The noodles tasted delicious and they were followed by half
a billy of tea, then a relaxing lie down with his runners off for about a
quarter of an hour. With his pack on his back again Joel set off. The
first section felt like hard work because the track climbed to the ridge
before levelling out, but then his muscles were back into work mode and he
walked steadily for several hours till he neared the ocean. His spirits
lifted as a feeling of pleasure and excitement ran through him at the sight
of the deep blue water, and then after a ten minute scramble through the
bush to the sand, he reached his first major goal of the day. Ocean!
Waves! Solitude! Wonderful! Off came his pack, off came his runners, and
after a look in each direction, so did everything else. A quick dash
across the burning sand, water spraying in all directions from his burst of
speed in the shallows, and then an exuberant yell of protest at the shock
of diving through the cold crest of a small wave, finished as Joel jumped
in the air before submerging and then coming up to float. For five minutes
he swam and dived through the waves before heading back to his gear. As
Joel hiked along the hard sand near the water, he hoped there'd be plenty
of time for a longer swim at the spot he'd picked on the map for his first
camp. An hour later he was nearing the end of the beach, and looking for a
suitable spot to climb back up to the forestry track, when he noticed
Jarrad's dark red backpack lying on the sand.
Yes! There he was, on his board, waiting for a wave. Joel dropped his
pack and sat for a while watching to see how Jarrad handled his surfboard.
He expected him to be good for some reason, but when a decent wave came
along, Joel realised that he was watching an expert. As the wave died,
Jarrad dropped to a sitting position and Joel saw him lift his arm in
greeting, then start paddling towards the shore. When he reached the
shallows he picked up the surfboard and trotted towards Joel.
"Hi! I just saw you! Were you waiting for me to come out?"
Joel realised that they'd got their wires crossed.
"No! Sorry! I just got here and I was watching you surf! I wasn't
expecting you to stop!"
"Well! I've been in here about an hour! It's time to move anyway! How
far are you going?"
"Leake's Bay! There's meant to be a good camping spot with a freshwater
creek!"
"Yes it's great! That's where I'm heading too!"
They chatted about the waves and somehow a silent agreement sprang up
between them that they'd hike to the campsite together. Jarrad worked his
way out of his wetsuit and then without any hesitation, stripped off the
blue jocks he was wearing, wrung the water out of them, then put on his
walking shorts. Joel thought to himself how strong and fit Jarrad was, and
couldn't help noticing how much the jocks had been holding. When he had
his runners and shirt on, Jarrad unzipped a side pocket of his pack and
gave a groan.
" Oh no! What's happened?"
Joel watched him take out a plastic water container with a couple of
mouthfuls of water in it. As he held it up a few drops fell to the sand.
"It's got a crack in it! It must have happened when I was scrambling
through the bush!"
He tipped the container up and swallowed the small amount of water still
left in it. Joel got his own litre bottle and held it out. There was
about two thirds left, but Jarrad looked at him.
"Have you got some more in your pack?"
"No! But if we share, you'll be right till you get to the bay!"
Joel watched Jarrad's eyes widen and a look of gratitude fill his features.
"Wow! Thanks! Are you sure you don't need it? I'll be all right really,
because it should only take about an hour to reach the creek!"
Joel laughed and insisted, then talked about the water
"It will only be a problem if there's no water flowing in the creek! It
doesn't look a very long one on the map!"
"Oh! There'll be water in it! There were heavy rains five days ago, and
water won't be a problem for a couple of weeks now! My problem is that I
won't be able to carry any unless I can fix this container somehow!"
Joel hadn't known about the rain and this was great news. Joel's
generosity kicked in again and he told Jarrad to keep the metal drink
bottle.
"I've got one of those collapsible ones in my pack which holds nearly two
litres if I fill it, so there's no problem at all!"
Joel saw a look of surprise on Jarrad's face but then they put their packs
on and headed off. They didn't talk much while they made their way up
through the coastal scrub, but when they reached the forestry track the
going was easy and they were able to walk side-by-side. Joel was
astonished to hear that Jarrad was covering the same trail that he was.
"I don't believe it! Are you really going to carry your surfboard for the
next two weeks?"
"It's the only way to get to these beaches! I want to check every section
of this coastline and try out every break I can find!"
Joel wanted to get to all the beaches as well and he explained how he was
taking photos of all these wild, inaccessible places for his studies.
"This is my third year of photography and I have to do a major project.
I'm doing it about the ocean because I like it so much!"
Joel found himself talking about his course and his photography. Jarrad
was such a good listener and sounded so interested.
"I wish I was into photography Joel! It would be great for me when I'm in
the bush! I've done a couple of years of environmental studies and I'm
starting a three-month contract as a ranger for the National Parks after I
get back from this holiday!"
The time passed quickly and soon they'd crossed the neck of the headland
and found the diverging track which headed down to Leake's Bay.
"Wow! Look at that!"
Joel's heart leapt at the sight of the bay stretching out below them.
Bounded by two rocky headlands, the creamy sand curved gently round for
about a kilometre. Good size swells marched across the blue-green water
till they crested and broke with a muted roar. The track wound down to a
small creek and Jarrad showed Joel the best camping spot.
"It's about 50 metres up the creek in a grassy area behind the tea-tree, so
there's some shelter if the wind get strong!"
It was a great spot with the shelter and freshwater so close, and they both
dumped their packs and had a drink. Joel got his camera gear out and
transferred it to his day pack. It had only taken one look for him to
decide that he would explore the cliffs and rocks at the eastern headland,
because he could see white plumes of spray where the waves were breaking.
Two hours later Joel arrived back at the campsite. There was time for a
swim so he put his speedos on and headed down the beach. Jarrad was lying
on the sand in the sun and now Joel knew why he was so tanned. What to do?
Joel decided just to yell out.
"Hey! Jarrad! Sprung bad!"
Jarrad sat up in surprise and then grinned as he stood up. In a moment he
pulled on a pair of speedos, and now they both smiled at each other because
they were wearing almost identical red speedo bathers.
"Hi twin! I'm just catching some sun! Did you take many photos?"
"Nearly a whole roll, but I've come to have a swim and the waves look
better down this end!"
"They sure are! Do you want to use the surfboard?"
"Thanks! But I'm better at body surfing! They look a bit big for a board
to me!"
"You body-surf more than you board? That's unusual!"
"Well I don't own a board so that's the way I've gone!"
Joel felt pleased when Jarrad said he'd come in with him, and they had
nearly an hour of excitement and fun before coming out again. Jarrad
yelled whenever he caught a good ride and Joel couldn't help laughing
because he was doing exactly the same. Each time they caught a wave they'd
race each other back out to be ready for the next, and Joel could tell he'd
surprised Jarrad with his swimming speed. Two shivering bodies in red
speedos made their way to the sand and relaxed for half an hour till the
sun was so low in the sky there was no warmth left in its rays. Jarrad
grabbed his surfboard and wetsuit and they made their way back to the
campsite. Joel pulled some food out, ready to make his tea then looked
carefully to find a spot for his tent. Level was good but if the head end
of the tent was slightly raised that was even better. He pulled the body
of the tent into position then went to get the pegs. They weren't there.
"Oh no! I don't believe it!"
"What's wrong?"
"It's a brand-new tent! I picked it up this morning but there aren't any
pegs in it!"
He unrolled the fly hoping they would be in that, but he could tell by the
feel that they weren't.
"What a disaster! I'll have to try and make some!"
Joel started looking for sticks he could use when he heard Jarrad.
"Why don't we share Joel? It will save you a lot of mucking around!"
"Really? No! I'll work something out! I'll have to, or my trip's
wrecked!"
"I mean it Joel! We'll have to use your tent though, because it's bigger!
Mine is only a one-man and I could only spare two pegs!"
Joel felt like hugging Jarrad. His tent was a good one but he knew it
relied on the pegs to give it shape. Using Jarrad's pegs, it didn't take
long to get set up and they put their thermal pads inside to see how much
room there was.
"Look at that! It could have been designed for these! They fit almost
perfectly!"
He was being generous. Joel could see that they would be quite crowded.
"Well I hope I don't talk in my sleep or snore then!"
"I'll soon stop that! I'll shove my finger down your throat or poor water
in your mouth!"
Joel laughed but he wasn't quite sure whether Jarrad meant it or not. They
started a fire and made their tea, then headed for the tent quickly because
there were mosquitoes around. Joel stripped to his jocks and climbed into
his sleeping bag but only lasted about five minutes before he had to climb
out again. Jarrad did the same.
"I was roasting in there! What time do you get up Joel?"
"Probably as soon as it starts to get light! I want to go back to that
headland and get the early morning light on the rocks if I can!"
"God! Really? Well leave me alone! I like to sleep in!"
Jarrad rearranged himself and his arm rested against Joel's. Joel suddenly
became very conscious of how warm it felt and wondered if he should move
but then he faded out and went to sleep. He sneaked out as quietly as he
could in the morning and was able to get the shots he wanted of the morning
sun before returning to the tent. When he put his day pack down he heard a
sleepy voice.
"What's the time?"
"About 8:30!"
"I guess I should start moving then!"
Joel boiled his billy, made enough coffee for a couple of mugs each, and
took one into the tent for Jarrad.
"Hey! Thanks! Bedroom service in the middle of nowhere! You're hired
permanently!"
Joel laughed.
"You haven't got the bill yet!"
"Well I know just how I'm going to pay it!"
"What do you mean!"
"What are you going to do about your tent?"
"I'll just have to camp where I can tie it to shrubs, or use sticks or
rocks I guess!"
"Why don't we organise it so that we camp at the same place each night?
We've both got a couple of weeks and we're both going the same way! We can
do our own thing during the day and meet in the evenings, and that way
you've got no worries about your tent!"
It took no persuading for Joel to agree. He wasn't too concerned about the
tent really, though he knew if it got windy he could be in trouble, but he
did find Jarrad very friendly and he knew he wanted to keep him company.
With a sudden feeling of excitement Joel thought that his hike had now
become more interesting. While they had their drink, Jarrad started
talking about what he was doing for the day and wondered what the surf was
like.
"It looks great! The waves were really crashing in at the headland!"
"Is it? Let me have a look!"
Jarrad gulped the coffee down and scrambled quickly out of the tent in his
blue jocks. He was back in a moment, all enthusiastic, and started getting
some breakfast.
"How would you feel about staying here one more night Joel? Those waves
look so good, and the next camp spot is a good day's walk! I'll get up
early tomorrow and we can hike before it gets too hot!"
Joel laughed and nodded. He would enjoy the waves too and understood about
making the best of good surf. He got some muesli for his own breakfast and
watched Jarrad rub some wax on his surfboard, strip his jocks and put on
his red speedos, grab a bottle of sunscreen for his face, collect his
wetsuit and head off with his surfboard.
"I'll see you in a couple of hours Joel!"
Joel mucked around for a while, went for a swim, and fell asleep on his mat
in the shade near the camp. He woke with a cool, wet sensation spreading
across his stomach and in his speedos, to see Jarrad pouring the last of a
billy of water onto him.
"Nice and cool? Now I know why you get up so early! You sleep half the
day!"
It was a bit of a shock but it did feel nice. They made some lunch then
spent several hours exploring the headland at the western end of the bay
and the rocky outcrops beyond it. Joel took stacks of photos and said he
was coming back when the sun was low in the sky. They surfed, then warmed
up in the sun each time the cold ate its way into their bodies. The next
morning Joel woke Jarrad at seven o'clock with a billy of coffee which they
shared, and within half an hour they were on their way. Back up to the
forestry track, along the clifftops for eleven kilometres, then down to a
long sandy beach stretching nearly another five kilometres. They reached
an inlet where the map showed a creek that should have freshwater, and set
up camp at about three o'clock. Jarrad went for a surf while Joel relaxed
and watched, but after twenty minutes he came out again.
"Useless waves Joel! Let's explore!"
This was exactly what Joel was going to do anyhow and they set off for the
rocky platforms on the west side of the inlet. For three quarters of an
hour they scrambled over the reefs and rocky beaches till they came the to
a deep cleft where the oceans swirled right in against the cliff face.
"There's no way through there Joel!"
Joel could see a way by backtracking and climbing to the top of the cliffs,
but they decided to head back.
"Look at this! There can't be many people come down here! You haven't got
a knife have you?"
Joel always carried his good Swiss Army pocket-knife in his daypack and he
watched Jarrad slip it under a large shellfish and prize it quickly off the
rock.
"Abalone! They're delicious! We'll have a treat for tea tonight! Wow!
They're everywhere! We'll take four each! That should be plenty!"
When they got back to the camp site, Jarrad said he was going to have a
relax on the beach.
"We haven't stopped all day and I love the afternoon sun!"
They grabbed their towels and went to the beach. Joel stretched out then
looked in surprise when Jarrad stepped out of his speedos. "You don't mind
do you Joel? I like to get and all over tan!"
"No of course not!"
It only took five minutes and the warmth of the sun sent Joel into a
blissful state of relaxation. His eyes closed and sleep took over till he
snapped awake at the feel of something cool and slippery touching his body.
"Hey sleepy! Coming for a swim?"
Grabbing the wet clump of seaweed from his stomach, Joel chased Jarrad into
the water where they mucked around in the waves. Hunger pains sent them to
the spot where they were camping and they quickly had a nice cooking fire
going. Joel watched with great interest as Jarrad prepared and cooked the
abalone.
"It tastes great but it fills you up quickly!"
Jarrad stabbed a small piece with his fork, handed it over and watched as
Joel blew on it to cool down and tentatively started chewing it.
"So! What's the verdict?"
"Hmm! It's great! Is the rest of it ready?"
When they finished this delicious meal Joel set the tent up while Jarrad
cleaned the food gear.
"How did you find out about abalone?"
"I've known about it for years from some guys I used to surf with!"
It wasn't long before they moved into the tent because once again the
mosquitoes started attacking, and spent some time poring over their maps
for the next day's travel.
"Well! We either follow the track, which heads inland, and walk about
twenty easy kilometres, or we try and follow the cliff-tops for half that
distance! It could be hard work at times! What do you think Joel?" "I'd
like to stay close to the ocean if I could but what about your surfboard?"
In the end they decided to walk the long way round then spend the next day
exploring the cliff section they'd missed, with their day packs. It was a
long slog but they left early and arrived at three o'clock. They relaxed
for half an hour then Jarrad headed for the surf and Joel went to explore
the start of the cliff section they'd bypassed. It looked exciting and
very rugged so he didn't go very far. He could see it was going to be a
major expedition. When Joel got back to the beach he watched Jarrad riding
the waves then went for a surf himself before relaxing in the late
afternoon sun.
"You're not too hot are you Joel?"
Joel opened his eyes and copped it. Jarrad had filled the legs of his
wetsuit with seawater and as soon as he released his hand it deluged all
over Joel's front.
"My God! Three times now! He was going to have to do something about
this. Joel yelled and jumped up. Jarrad was ready and dodged away but
Joel headed straight for him.
"You'll never catch me Joel!"
Joel did though, about 200 metres down the beach, when gasping for breath
and laughing at the same time, Jarrad collapsed on the sand and Joel dived
on top of him.
"You win! I'm wrecked! Don't murder me please!"
" Now there's an idea! How am I going to do it?"
" Murder me? You don't expect me to answer that do you?"
"Ha! Well it was your idea not mine!"
"You're out of luck because you haven't got any weapons!"
"Oh yes I have, but I bet you're not game enough to let me show you!"
"Are you daring me?"
"Of course I am!"
"All right! Show me!"
"Start digging!"
"Digging?"
"Yes! Digging! If I'm going to murder you, you'll need a grave!"
Joel watched Jarrad's mouth open and close again before he laughed.
"So now I'm going to dig my own grave? I'm trapped on the beach with a
madman!"
Ten minutes later they had a deep trench dug and Joel told Jarrad to check
it.
"What? Now I climb into my own grave?"
"I knew you'd wimp out!"
In another five minutes Jarrad was buried with just his head sticking out
and Joel was grinning at him.
"So! What do you think of my murder weapon?"
"What murder weapon?"
"Sand!"
"Sand? How are you going to murder me with sand?"
"I bet you'll work it out by the time I get back with your wetsuit!"
"Hey! I can't get out!"
"I know! That's the whole idea!"
Joel was quick in case Jarrad got worried, but he didn't.
"You're pretty sneaky Joel! So what happens now?"
"You can stop worrying about the crabs in the night, or the seagulls
picking your eyes out, or the tide coming in! I've decided not to murder
you! I think torture will be more fun!"
Joel dug the sand away from Jarrad's stomach and speedos, while Jarrad
watched helplessly.
"Now! I wonder if you're ticklish? That could be interesting!"
"No! Don't! Please!"
"Begging for mercy? I like it! Okay! We'll just have the payback then!"
Joel took the wetsuit to the sea, filled the legs as much as he could, then
emptied them on to Jarrad stomach. Next he found a big piece of seaweed,
wriggled it across Jarrad's stomach and stuffed as much as he could into
the front of his speedos.
"Wow! Gross! Looks like a hairy merman! Hey Jarrad! Will I let you out
now or keep going?"
"What? Do I have the choice?"
Joel acted all shocked.
"Don't you like it? Oh my God! Let's get you out then!"
He dug down to one of Jarrad's feet, tickled it a few times and did the
same for the other. Jarrad was screeching and yelling but Joel could tell
that he was enjoying himself. Some more sand moved from his upper body was
enough for him to start working his way free.
"Hey! It's King Neptune or a Mud Man from New Guinea! I should have my
camera!"
Covered in sand from head to toe with a big clump of seaweed dangling from
his speedos, he certainly was quite a sight. The seaweed went first then
Jarrad headed for the water, where the speedos quickly came off to wash out
all the sand. After tea in the tent they talked about it.
"I was surprised you let me do all that!"
"Well I was surprised at the ideas you came up with Joel, but I wasn't
worried! Anybody who knew you for ten minutes would know they could trust
you!"
A particularly nice feeling went through Joel when he heard this, even if
he didn't agree with it.
"Not really! I'm fairly quiet and most people don't take much notice of
me!"
"Well that's their bad luck then isn't it?"
Joel didn't know what to say to that but Jarrad just went on.
"Do we need to get up early in the morning?"
"No! It should be an easy day I think!"
"Good! I've walked 20 kilometres, surfed for a couple of hours and been
buried by a quiet maniac! I think I deserve a sleep-in!"
"Fair enough! I'll have coffee ready for you at half-past seven then!"
"Don't you dare! 8:30 will do!"
They set off at 9:30 the next morning and it didn't turn out to be an easy
day after all. Total understatement! For three hours they made their way
back east along the cliffs and Joel's camera worked overtime. The
coastline was rugged with large waves crashing against cliffs walls and
rocky outcrops, and as they pushed their way through the scrub they
realised how hard it would have been in this section with their packs and
the surfboard.
"Boy! I wish I'd worn my runners instead of these reef sandals! This is
harder than I expected! It would have been a nightmare carrying my
surfboard through it all!"
They tried a couple of times to get down to the ocean but weren't able to
and when they saw an unbroken cliff face stretching for at least a
kilometre ahead of them they decided to eat their munchies and turn back.
"This is awesome Joel! I'm glad we've seen it! Do you think you could
give me some of your photos?"
Sitting on a clifftop and watching the wild panorama of ocean, rock and
waves was making a huge impression on Joel and he was suddenly glad to be
sharing his feelings. Heading back gave them a different viewpoint and the
camera worked overtime once again.
"Hey Joel! Look at that headland! It goes down fairly close to the water
level! I reckon we could reach it!"
They did reach it and sat watching the giant swells which intermittently
crashed against the rocks, sending masses of spray into the air and causing
laughs of excitement when it blew over them. They started to scramble
round to the western side. It was quite tricky and Joel led the way across
a rocky face of sandstone to a ledge which should give another good look
out. Just as he reached the ledge he heard a sound behind him and turned
just in time to see Jarrad hitting the water. Hell! What was he going to
do? His mind was made up for him when Jarrad didn't appear at the surface.
In a flash Joel dumped his pack, and making a quick mental calculation,
jumped out as far as he could. As he plummeted through the air he hoped he
wouldn't land on Jarrad or any rocks. The water looked deep and clear or
he wouldn't have jumped in the first place. The impact jarred him, but
he'd jumped from a high tower on many occasions in swimming pools and this
was just a bit higher. As soon as he opened his eyes he saw Jarrad
floating, suspended in the water a couple of metres away, and in seconds he
reached him and pulled him to the surface.
To Be Continued.
Author's Note. Any comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
There are two more sections to come, hopefully in the next few weeks. My
email address is iarwain7@ains.net.au